Chapter 7/10

Chapter 7/10

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camera flickers on and we see Duo, sitting in a swivel chair in front of about eight TV's, one showing the attic stairs (all clear), another showing the attic window and the area surrounding it, (also clear). The rest of the TV's are blank.

Duo glanced at his watch quickly, squinting in the dark. 1:58, just a few minutes to go.

"Well folks," Duo said, smirking.

"The hour is upon us. The cameras will turn on in a few seconds and then the fun begins. I'm joining you, live, from the safe house attic, and I'm about to make history as the first person to completely and thoroughly prank a Gundam pilot. If I survive, of course."

The last part was said mostly under his breath.

"I have pretty much secured the attic, and I've set up my base here. The doors and windows are locked, I've set up surveillance cameras and I've constructed some booby-traps as well. I'm fairly confident about my survival rate up here."

The clock turns to 1:59. Six of the TVs flicker on as the security cameras start taping. The pilot's rooms, with all four terrorists sleeping peacefully, the hallway outside their rooms, and the kitchen. The attic stairs and window are both still clear.

Duo counts down slowly.

"10….9…8…7…6...5…4...3…2…1...And here come the fireworks…" Duo muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

The clock strikes 2:00.

Suddenly disco music starts blasting from seemingly all directions. The bass reverberates from wall to wall and rocks the televisions. Strobe lights flash all around the house, looking like lightning. Piercing through the disco music you can hear high, annoying voices singing 'It's a Small World,' and the shrill, insistent beep of an alarm clock.

Duo cackles evilly and pounds on the table, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes because he's laughing so hard.

On screen Wufei jerks awake looking truly startled. He yanks off his headphones and his eyes widen before quickly narrowing in a pained wince. The music is really loud. In the strobe lights his room flashes neon green and pink every few seconds. Wufei looks very disoriented. He glances sharply around the room trying to find out why it changed color so dramatically, and then he looks up at the ceiling and sees Duo's calling card. His mouth curls into a snarl as he spits out a nasty word that Duo can see but not hear on account of the music. He throws aside his sheets and runs out his bedroom door, not aware that he is covered in neon pink paint.

Trowa doesn't move when he wakes up except for his eyes. They dart around the room taking in the altered pictures on his walls and the pencils stuck in his ceiling and he mouths one word. "Duo." His eyes narrow as he looks around for traps.

"He knows me so well," Duo gasps out, clutching his stomach and laughing at the other pilot's caution.

Trowa rises out of bed slowly, feeling around for any strings that might trigger egg bombs or something similar. He steps carefully to the door and flips on the light switch. The light is connected to the fan and soon its blades are whirling very fast. Trowa realizes his mistake a second too late. He dives under his desk with a startled yelp and accidentally knocks his chair over. It breaks apart imminently and Trowa is let exposed to the paint filled balloons which now fly off the fan and splatter against the walls.

He is covered with red and yellow paint while the pink and green balloons explode over his bed and window. Trowa pokes his head out from under the desk and looks around, then crawls slowly to the door and pushes it open with his foot. Once it's open he quickly dives out of the room and into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

"Heh," Duo chuckles as he watches the other pilot's antics on screen. "Trowa and Wufei are hilarious covered in paint like that. They look madder then wet cats."

A slightly worried look flickers across Duo's face.

"I think I'll just check and make sure that the doors locked…"